Suddenly, she spoke in a louder, clearer voice and said, "But if you're offering, you might as well take Hadley home. He looks like he needs it."
His eyebrows raising and his eyes widening, Spencer snapped his head towards her and blinked. "What?"
"He's upset" she said, nodding her head towards him. 
"I'm not upset," he retorted sharply, frowning at her, the sides of his thumb still caught between his teeth.
"Well, maybe you're not upset, but you don't want to be here anymore," she said and without saying anything else, she pressed her thumb to her mouth and bit it. 
Immediately, he removed his hand and clasped it with the other, tucking them between his thighs.
"Told you," she said with a small scoff.
"It's okay," he pressed, his eyes flickering over her. "I can figure out another way home. I don't need a ride."
"He doesn't mind," she continued firmly, twisting her necklace tighter and shifting from foot-to-foot again. "He'll take you home if you want to go home."
Spencer watched her out of the corner of his eye and tightened his jaw, focusing his attention on Hadley and keeping his voice hushed. "If you'd like to go home, I can take you. I was designated driver tonight anyway— and I can always come back after I drop you off."
"It's alright, I—"
"I'll take you," he interrupted, narrowing his curious eyes at Elodie as he furrowed his brow. He stood up and stepped towards her, taking her by the arm and kissing her cheek. He lingered, keeping his hand where it was, and, though she did not pull away, she did not look back at him.
"I'll go and tell the others that you're leaving," she offered as he released her.
"Shouldn't we go and see Jensen before we leave?" Hadley frowned, standing up slowly and glancing between them.
"I'll tell him that you were unwell," Elodie said, her eyes meeting his. She smiled weakly and placed her hand on the front door. "Goodnight." She went back inside without waiting for a response and closed the door behind her.
They stood together in the silence, only ever moved by the return of the breeze or the distant chirp of a cricket until Spencer said, "Let's get out of here," and they stepped down the porch together, sauntering down the street towards where his car was parked.
He was quiet and his face was drawn into thoughtful stillness, his expression smooth and blank. He walked with his hands tucked in his pockets and his eyes fixed somewhere towards the ground, but he seemed to be looking at nothing.
Inside the car, he was even quieter. He made no move to turn on the radio or start playing any music, and he fastened his seat-belt and started the car without saying a word.
"What did you say to Elodie?" Hadley asked, looking out of the window at the empty road.
Spencer gave him a quick smile. "Nothing that hasn't already been said."
"Is everything okay?" He asked, watching the shadows dancing and slipping over his face as they drove along a tree-lined street.
"Everything is okay," he nodded and averted his gaze from the road to look briefly at him.
Silence engulfed them. They listened to the sounds of the car, the occasional tick of the turn-signal, the rush of wind outside as Hadley watched Spencer's thoughtful face.
"Can I tell you something?" He asked finally.
"Yeah," he replied with a small nod, taking a glimpse of him. "Of course."